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Friday, December 14, 2012

Four Days in a Car

Last week, I moved from southern California to Asheville,
NC. And yes I drove all 2500 miles- four days- by myself- well, with the
company of a poinsettia plant- pulling a trailer. I confidently call myself a
seasoned road tripper and driver but that’s a long f’ing way to drive alone and
there’s no other way to put it.

The first day’s drive was actually pretty easy- San Diego to
Tucson- a drive I’ve done many times before. Like any good solo road tripper,
my iPod is loaded with music and good sing-a-longs*. By the time I arrived in
Tucson I was hoarse and sounded more gravelly than usual- a good start to any
road trip.

Dateland, AZ

Day two started with a big goal- Tucson to San Antonio in
one day. After a quick dinner and a coke I caught my second wind at 7pm and
drove till midnight. I made it just about to Houston for 990 miles and 17+
hours on the day. This is one of the dumber things I’ve decided to do. It was
miserable between hours 8 and 11. After that though it’s like breaking through
a wall; you’re so cracked that most anything sounds like a good idea since your
thoughts and actions are fueled by caffeine and adrenaline. When checking into
a hotel after 18 hours in car, hotel staff looks at you with expressions saying
She looks like she just came off a three
day bender in Vegas or Lost another
one to meth. That makes you ugly.

New Mexico and west Texas look very similar.

Day three was highlighted by lunch with a friend in New
Orleans and day four was highlighted by finally arriving in Asheville. Despite
sitting for four days, I was exhausted. I wanted to do nothing but shower,
stretch and lay down.

If you think you have some serious, weird or funky
conversations while riding a bike, try sitting in a car for 7-17 hours a day
and see what you get. Here are some of my thoughts, observations and
experiences from the drive:

-Arizona is where people west of the Mississippi go to die.
Based off their driving patterns, they often die while driving. Pretty sunsets and
sunrises though.

-At 7:30am on day two, an appropriate time to have a coke, I
chipped the enamel off my tooth. What was I doing? Holding the can in my teeth
while adjusting the coozie it was in. I was that kid that had braces in middle
school and elementary school and junior high. After that, I’ve grown attached
to my teeth. Immediately, I imagined the coke leeching its way into my tooth
and leaving me with a brown tooth of shame. This led to emergency stop to brush
teeth. So far, no brown tooth of shame.

-Texas is ridiculously big. It took over 560 miles of
driving through the state to see a giant Texas flag.

Louisiana is very wet.

-Louisiana is very wet. I drove over water for hours.

My trusty travel companion

-While watering my companion plant, I poured water all over
floor- while driving, of course- thank the universe for utility interiors!

-Sections of Texas have stretches of 100+ miles with
absolutely nothing. No rest stops, no gas stations, and as far as I could tell
no people or towns. Only nothing, more nothing and then after that, a little
bit more nothing.

-Texas is ridiculously big.

Asheville!

I’m getting settled in Asheville now and am looking forward
to this new adventure and the next chapter in my life.

*A good sing-a-long is not necessarily a good song. Rather,
it’s one to belt out the lyrics- or what you thing are or should be the lyrics
since you’re the one singing it.